'What are you thinking, Amy? The question I've asked most often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I suppose these questions stormcloud over every marriage: What are you thinking? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?'
Just how well can you ever know the person you love? This is the question that Nick Dunne must ask himself on the morning of his fifth wedding anniversary, when his wife Amy suddenly disappears. The police immediately suspect Nick. Amy's friends reveal that she was afraid of him, that she kept secrets from him. He swears it isn't true. A police examination of his computer shows strange searches. He says they aren't his. And then there are the persistent calls on his mobile phone. So what really did happen to Nick's beautiful wife? And what was in that half-wrapped box left so casually on their marital bed? In this novel, marriage truly is the art of war. . .
Just how well can you ever know the person you love? This is the question that Nick Dunne must ask himself on the morning of his fifth wedding anniversary, when his wife Amy suddenly disappears. The police immediately suspect Nick. Amy's friends reveal that she was afraid of him, that she kept secrets from him. He swears it isn't true. A police examination of his computer shows strange searches. He says they aren't his. And then there are the persistent calls on his mobile phone. So what really did happen to Nick's beautiful wife? And what was in that half-wrapped box left so casually on their marital bed? In this novel, marriage truly is the art of war. . .
Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung | Besprechung von 18.08.2013Bücher Vor einem Jahr ist "Gone Girl" in den Vereinigten Staaten erschienen, stürmte die Bestsellerlisten, die Strände, die Lesesessel, alle waren hingerissen von diesem Supererfolg der Autorin Gillian Flynn, die einen leichten, schnellen Ton gefunden hatte für ihren Thriller über eine Ehefrau, Amy, die verschwindet und eine Blutspur hinterlässt, die direkt zu ihrem Mann zu führen scheint, Nick, den nach und nach alle, die Familie, die Freunde, das Fernsehen, für den Täter halten. Und man rast, das ist ja erst mal ein gutes Zeichen, nur so durch die Geschichte und fällt jedes Mal tiefer, wenn Flynn mit allem bricht, was man endlich für die Lösung hält, bis diese Brüche immer berechenbarer werden und man gar nicht mehr fällt, sich vielmehr manipuliert fühlt und am Ende sogar ärgert, weil die psychologische Deutung der Tat nicht viel subtiler ist als die Boulevardfernsehpsychologie, die der Roman gleichzeitig karikieren will. Jetzt erscheint er auf Deutsch (Scherz, 16,99 Euro).
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Flynn, an extraordinarily good writer, plays her readers with the finesse and delicacy of an expert angler. She wields her unreliable narrators to stunning effect, baffling, disturbing and delighting in turn, practically guaranteeing an immediate reread once her terrifying, wonderful conclusion is reached... an early contender for thriller of the year, and an absolute must-read. Alison Flood THE OBSERVER 20120520